Look under the bed
From Create Your Own Story
Lifting your meaty left arm (tatooed with "Party Naked"), you reach under the hollowed out speaker box you've been curled up in. Weaving past Van Halen and J. Cougar M. tape covers, your hand wraps itself around a large rubber novelty item which you purchased on your last trip to the state capital. "WHOAH!", you exclaim, as the item wobbles to and fro in your grasp. Dropping this, your search continues through the empty packs of Reds, Schlitz beer cans, and stained yet unwrinkled Hustlers. Finally, you find the object you're looking for. As you take off the protective covering, it kicks on automatically with a gentle hiss. You wield it lovingly... like you've owned it for a long time, when in reality it's only been in your possession for several hours. As you slide it back into its case, your baby momma, Tracy, stomps in, "What the fuck is that, Travis!?"
You show and describe the whatsit to her.
Yell, "Tracy, if you don't shut you fat-fuckin' mouth, I'm gonna slap you silly!"
